tmp finale

In which I am Mindy Lahiri

I know deep down that getting pulled into Danny’s dysfunction again is going to end in tears. I know that cold turkey is the only way to quit him. I tried.

But sure as eggs is eggs I will fall for him again. He takes a shaky breath and I’m heartbroken that he’s so afraid, and that he’s so stupid and weak. That I’m so stupid and weak. He smiles a little and I’m convinced that he’s a better person than he is, or that I’m a better person than I am, and somehow somehow this time he’ll be ready. 

He’s not, and I’m not, and I’m right there in the moment again believing in what might be, if we can just forget that taking a leap sometimes ends in a crash.